It was cold.

It was cold.

Why did the cold worry me so much?

Was it the cold, or just the absence of heat that worried me?

Why did the word heat make me think of the color purple?

Why did the color purple make my heart ache in grief?

Why did I not know what any of this all had to do with each? Or if they even were related?

Too many questions. So few answers.

Not knowing worried me.

Everything worried me.

I was scared.

It was cold, and not warm, and I was scared.

Did I even want to bring up the fact that everything felt off. My ears were ringing in this weird way.

My head felt dizzy. Everything was moving too fast, yet nothing moved at all.

There was something wrong-something behind me that couldn't let me stand straight. It took me a long moment to balance out my feet.

I looked myself over, instinctively knowing that what I was seeing wasn't what how I looked before. My clothing was fit for a warrior. It was also kinda girly.

The pure white feathery skirt of it barely reached past my thighs. Draped over it was gold and gray fabric covered in tiny yellow hearts. The bust was red and shaped on my chest like a heart. Golden straps crossed over it with a new smoothness. The gold was reflected softly in the moonlight.

Though I liked the shoes. They were dark red with white strings, like sneakers, reaching my knees. They looked wonderful on me. There was a fluttering noise the longer I thought about it.

Suddenly, I realized neither of my feet were on ground.

In my shock, I fell back to the ground with a loud thud.

I screamed in surprise. I had wings?!

It was terrifying. I screamed again. The wings were red, the same red as the hearts on my chest. The wings were flapping all about.

It occurred to me after too long that these were my wings. I could control them as easily as I controlled my arms. With a deep breath, I made a thought to relax my wings. They stretched out farther than my arm width, catching the small breezes with my feathers.

In a strong burst, I was in the sky.

This time I laughed.

I laughed as I flew among the wide open sky. As my fingers danced in clouds. As my wild blonde curls danced in my own breezes.

The flying was so fun that I forgot...that I forgot.

When I flew ages passed. There was no reason to keep track of time as I flew.

No worries were in my mind or heart.

Not until my feet hit the ground.

That's when everything hit me again. The worry, the doubt, the pain. The questions of the who, the what, the why.

It didn't make sense.

Until I heard the heard Manny.

"Cupid." A warm, gentle voice spoke in my mind. I instinctively knew it came from the moon, though I saw no part of it moving. I knew his name was Manny, and that he would always have my back. "Take your arrows and fly."

I tilted my head in confusion. Arrows? What...what arrows-

My foot hit something. Glancing down at the dirt, I saw a bundle of arrows with sharp golden tips. There was a bow next to them, the handle dark red while the string was silver.

I picked up the bow, slinging it over my back. It missed my wings, resting on the point between in my back. I grabbed the bundle of arrows, putting them on my side.

Since I had what Manny told me to get, I took to the skies.

My problems faded away again.

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As I flew, there were things I noticed.

Buildings.

People.

Trees and birds.

Airplanes, occasionally. I had to dive to avoid those.

Flying was a second nature to me. Guess it should be, I've had these wings all my life.

Or as much of that life I could remember.

All two hours of it.

As I flew over another city, I flew down to one of the trees. The tree felt of a safe haven, not to mention that every tree I'd seen all day was covered in snow. This mighty oak was the only tree for miles that wouldn't freeze my wings off.

Resting in the tree, I opted to people watching.

People were milling about in the area. They were bundled under coats and jackets, or playing in the snow that must've fallen recently.

I didn't know.

Most of me didn't care.

Well, I didn't care until the boy threw a frisbee.

At my tree.

Hitting me.

In the head.

While hitting was a strong word. Hitting requires physical contact. The frisbee flew through my face, like my face hadn't been there.

It got stuck no the branch behind me. That didn't stop me from grunting in pain at the frisbee going through my head on instinct.

It took me a long moment to realize why I wasn't feeling any pain.

It was like being a ghost.

That was cool.

I could do the ghost thing.

Yeah. Easy peesy.

Or I thought I could. Until the boy climbed up the tree for his frisbee.

I jumped when his hand reached through my body.

Taking an arrow from my bundle, I stabbed the boy's arm with it. Despite him going through me, the arrow hit skin.

Once it did though, it burst into red sparkles. The sparkles spread out around his boy, focusing on his eyes which gained red hearts before fading away.

Both the boy and I were confused.

His eyes caught sight of a squirrel on a nearby branch. His eyes lit up in delight, and he began to give chase to it. The squirrel jumped out of the tree. The boy followed. I watched the exchange, worried about the boy and the squirrel.

Eventually the boy caught the squirrel. He cuddled the squirrel to his face, snuggling.

The squirrel tried to fight back.

In a blink of my eye, there was another arrow in my hand. I instinctively launched it at the squirrel. He squeaked at the attack, fighting another moment until he curled around the boy's shoulder.

Without proof I knew a long bond had been formed, and that the boy would be better off for it in the long run.

Without proof I knew I would be doing this again to other people.

However, I needed proof.

Flying back up into the sky, I searched for more people to shoot with the arrows.

There was a man and woman arguing. I tilted my head at them, not paying attention to the exact words. There was a tone of them being coworkers but one of them was going to quit and the other couldn't figure out why.

I fired an arrow at the man, than the woman.

One confessed they didn't want the other to leave because they were in love.

The other confessed to much the same.

I beamed. Science had been on my side again!

Of course then came the doubt, what would happen when I ran out of arrows? I had twenty-one at my count earlier, I should have seventeen now. I checked the bundle at my side.

To my delight, I still had twenty-one.

Science, you just gave up on me, didn't you?

Still. Couldn't be mad at that.

I had unlimited arrows.

For some reason, I was reminded of the color purple.

==CR==

AN: Here it is. Why am I writing it when I have so many other things to write? I have no idea. Have fun with it!